Chapter 2883 2887 [Traitor! ] Ask for Monthly Votes

Chapter 2883 2887 [Traitor! ] Seeking Monthly Ticket (`)

Compared to tangling this, it is more important now -leave here.

If you remember correctly, a lot of people gathered on the small square outside. Once you see this room shot ... even if other passers -by, those detectives who like to spare time will definitely rush up as soon as possible, which is very hindered.

Thinking about it this way, Calvados didn't delay and got out of the table.

He glanced at the American reporter who fell to the ground and confirmed that after the guy had returned to the sky, he hurried out of the door and disappeared into the corridor.

After Kalwados left.

In the corridor.

A dark body, only four -clawed cat raised his head and looked at him, rubbing his legs with his legs, and trotted into the room of the reporter's death.

It glanced at the gun on the ground, quietly picked it up, and hid the gun into a corner of the hotel.

Nympho

At the same time, the onlookers downstairs really understood the situation.

Jiang Xia glanced at the service department who rushed upstairs and Conan, and followed him quickly.

The staff of the hotel looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and kept my head and kept up -the newly opened hotel had a shooting incident. Of course, they couldn't ignore it to the detectives.

The group run along the corridor. The broken windows on the building are very conspicuous. Detectives swept away, and they knew which room was the accident.

Soon, they ran upstairs and came to the door of the room.

The service was opened for the second time, Jiang Xia walked to him, looked in in it, and saw a dwarf man in the house.

He walked in, squatted down and looked at it, shook his head helplessly: "It's dead, call the police."

"Hey, you!" The hotel staff stopped at the door panting, seeing the open door, and detectives who had entered the house. They were afraid of saying, "Are you afraid that the gunman is still hiding in the room?"

——In the first day of opening, the person was unlucky enough. If you die more, this hotel will not be opened!

The service department dialed and hummed: "If he is still there, just catch him."

Speaking of his head down to the ground, he felt a little familiar: "This person seems to be ..."

Jiang Xia confirmed his idea: "It is the star reporter who speaks at the banquet."

Conan also slipped into the house. He looked around, and he always felt strange: "The posture of this man fell to the ground was awkward. Is his left hand holding something?"

Jiang Xia took Zhang Zhao for the body, and then gently pushed it. The dwarf man went to the side like a tumbler, revealing the left hand that was pressed under him.

——The left hand, holding his belt tightly.

The hotel staff also saw this scene, and they scratched their heads blankly: "Did he be attacked when he wanted to undress and sleep?"

Jiang Xia shook his head: "According to my experience, he should have a flash of light before the death, leaving us with a message of death. He wanted to identify the murderer."

During his speech, he let go, and the corpse suddenly fell back and turned back to the original appearance.

The service department put down the mobile phone: "I told Uncle Dajie the situation here, and he said he would come soon."

After speaking, he looked at the dead body on the ground and sighed: "It's a shooting again. Why are there so many recent shootings?"

In this question, the detective of high school students of justice cannot answer.

Jiang Xia doubted with him for a while, then got up and returned to the house, waiting for the police to come to good afterwards.

Nympho

"The deceased Ed McKen, Chicago, USA. 48 years old is a well -known journalist."

The Police Department arrived quickly, and summarized the on -site information at the speed of not being weaker than the speed of Gaogi Police Officer: "The cause of the death is the gunshot of the chest. Combining the witness of the masses, it is basically dead on the spot. But ..."

He looked at the dead body that was slightly strange: "The deceased seemed to be struggling briefly before his lifetime -said, do you remember the specific time of the gunshot?"

Jiang Xia looked at the table: "around 8:05 pm."

The service department pointed at the window once, adding: "We were on the square below, heard the gunshot, and saw that the window in this room was broken. It is about a minute before and after.

The Datong Police Department scratched his head: "In other words, the dinner appeared as soon as the dinner ended?"

Jiang Xia shook his head: "We were on the square at the time, not because the banquet was about to leave the scene, but to help those three sports stars to prepare the next link -they intend to use the lights on this building to spell out. K'Xiao Lan is entrusted by them to help them adjust the direction on the square. "

The Datong Police Department was alert when he heard the "three sports stars". He touched his chin: "In other words, in addition to the deceased, the three sports stars were also in this building."

Vodka, who was mixed in the crowd, nodded quietly: Calvador, who followed the deceased, did not know if the guy was successful.

I was thinking that a buzzing shock received an email.

"..." Vodka glanced at the crowd, and when no one noticed himself, he quietly walked away and lowered his head.

The news was sent by Calvado:

[Why are you with that group of detectives.

[Are you familiar with them? ]

Vodka's eyes were drawn: "..." What tone, what are you questioning the traitor's tone! Do you think I am happy? Intersection

——In the shooting incident just now, he originally wanted to slip away. But just stood up from the flower bed and didn't wait for the slip, I heard a little ghost upstairs shouting "Uncle Yamada" at him!

The kid's lung volume was terrible. While shouting, he hit it with a beam of light.

The lights -like light -like lights are shrouded in the stage lamp, and other guests on the square immediately looked at this side.

Vodka was in a lot of sight around, and tangled between "seeing the stage of" hard -to -head "and" seeing the guidance along the little minions "like a suspected person. Forced to go upstairs.

When Vodka returned to the newsletter perfunctory colleagues.

Next to him, the service of the Ministry of Waito glanced at the scene outside the door, poked quietly, and watched it: This guy really had a problem!

"Do you say that these shooting incidents will be the one that harms your black clothes?" There is an ominous hunch, but I didn't expect it to happen. "

Conan's complexion is also very dignified: "I don't know, but this guy appears at this banquet, and he must have some unsightly ideas -fortunately, we have left him, if he really comes to this with this with this, he really has this with this. The shooting event is related, then take him on the spot this time! "